The floor was cold under my feet. This place was full of so much misery. Why me? what did I do? I thought i was going to be safe when the men in the blue broke in. I ran to them yelling for help, but they just hit me with a stick and pulled somthing hard and restraining over my face. Why me? I cried and cried again for help, but noone heard. I was beaten and abused for months, stuck in a tiny crate, and pushed into rooms with dogs much bigger and feircer than me. I never even fought back. Why? I was such a good dog. My mother always told me to be a good dog, and I was. So why am i sittin in this kennel, away from the world? I hear the people in the other room saying that 'Im not sutable for realease', but why? I'm such a good dog. I used to fetch. I used to beg for treats. I used to shake hands. I used to be loved. That's not the case anymore.
The men in white came looking for me. I wagged my tail. They put a leash on me. Was i going out for a walk? Did they find my family? I tried to ask them what was going on, but they ignored me and tugged me along. I pranced happily down the hall. A double wide swinging door was infront of us. The men in white pushed the doors open. The room was so bright. I sniffed around, then the men in white put me on this cold shiny table. 'Whats going on? Are we going somewhere?' I wagged my tail happily as i asked the men in white. They ignored me. One of the men walked closer to me with a small, thin object. The other man held me tight, and grabbed the back of my skin. 'Ouch!' i yelled as i felt a pinch. The man let go of me. I looked up at the light. I felt sleepy. What was happening to me? Then i saw my mommy. She said that i was a 'good dog', and the world just didnt understand. I died because of man. But i never held a grudge.